Chapter 231 – Wolf (1)

Even waves of the same size have different power depending on when they arrive. It could turn the world upside down if it attacked while the cracked breakwater was moaning and spitting water through its pores. When the small wave from the death of Mobius reached the capital, it became a huge wave and swept away people.

Aren’t the warriors over now?

It’s not like the whole party of warriors gathered, wouldn’t Hero Wolf be able to win alone?

The absurd delusion materialized into a plausible plan, and people laughed at the hope that someone might kill the hero.

And Wolf only looked at the construction of the altar, which was nearing the end, but neither laughed nor cried. All Wolf had to do was instruct them to push the beastmen into the pit at the right time.

Because Goddess told me to do it.

Next to him was a newspaper announcing Mobius’ death. Now, no one was reporting to him, and he was no one running state affairs. The Thieves Guild lost contact with the old man at the point of killing them, and the officials secretly avoided Wolf.

During the parliamentary meeting, the only time he could face them, Wolf did not appear.

Wolf was isolated in this huge palace where countless people came and went.

“Fabian. It’s done now.”

Wolf spoke to Fabian with a calm face. The dead Fabian couldn’t answer, but Wolf’s expression seemed to believe that he could comfort him just by talking to him. His beard, unkempt like chestnuts, was bitter. The philtrum, which had not been cleaned after drinking, was red and swollen.

Wolf picked up the bottle that was rolling on the floor and threw himself back on the bed.

And with his eyes closed, he remembered the old days.

A long ago. Once upon a time. When he killed a nobleman with a sword.

*****

[Do you know what the name of this flower is?]

Purple, red and white.

There was a woman with a bright smile among the colorful flowers. She had her blonde hair long and her blue eyes twinkled.

After losing the woman he loved most, Wolf was unknowingly on his way to graduation.

Wolf still remembered the atmosphere of that day clearly. At the graduation ceremony, colorful firecrackers exploded and congratulatory bouquets were in full bloom. Wolf unconsciously looked back at the flowers and thought of Angela.

Angela.

Every time he called out his three-letter name, his body trembled as if he wanted revenge. The guard recognized him and pretended to know him, but Wolf didn’t answer. Some friends who knew Wolf grabbed him by the shoulder and asked him if he was okay, but he didn’t answer even then.

Gorgeous graduation ceremony.

In the midst of it all, Wolf was alone in his tattered armor and was advancing without hesitation.

When he saw him smiling as happily as the protagonist of the graduation ceremony, Wolf couldn’t stand it any longer.

*****

[Do you know what the name of this flower is?]

Angela’s voice continued to ring in my ears. She is purple, red and white. Wolf didn’t know what the flower was, but Angela put a crown on Wolf’s head and she laughed.

*****

Wolf drew his sword and approached him, and the nobleman, who was giving thanks to his family, failed to find him. The guards talked about going for a beer this evening, and the noble women were flirting with their faces blushing.

When Wolf grabbed the hem of his clothes, the guards did not yet notice what their escort was doing. Aristocratic women murmured in bewilderment, and the nobleman next to him rolled on the floor, pushed by Wolf’s rough hand movements.

Later, seeing the knife in Wolf’s hand, someone pointed a finger at him, and the guardsman stretched out his hand towards Wolf in surprise.

The cloak the nobleman was wearing bulged out as if horns had grown. The sound of cutting flesh resounded terrifyingly, and the cloak flowed down the sides, revealing a blue blade. He threw his body, dripping with red blood, on the floor and screamed with excitement.

“Aaaaa! Aaaaa!”

There was no one who could stop him from frenziedly swinging his sword.

The guards only groped for the fallen noble. Wolf brandished a knife and threatened the people around him, then escaped the venue again and fled.

Cheers turn to screams. People are gathering. Wolf pushed forward like a corner stone in a ravine, pushing people running forward.

The sky is red, purple and white. Firecrackers were exploding widely in the shape of flowers.

Wolf tried not to look at the sky.

*******

[This is unacceptable murder. We had no animosity with the knight candidate. Rather, my grandson was kinder than anyone else and was an exemplary knight at the academy. This is obviously an incident that I did because my grades were lower than my grandson’s or I was jealous of my grandson’s character. I cannot forgive this filthy man who has broken the laws of the realm, and in the name of the Arends, this criminal is wanted. If you catch it alive, I’ll double the bounty.]

Volf was not offended by the interview article in the newspaper.

He wanted to keep silent about the filthy and cruel incident between himself and the Arend family. Numerous nobles, including the Arend family, raised their voices that commoners should not be given qualifications as knight candidates, or that they should take this opportunity to share education according to their status.

And Wolf was living his life hiding in an old hut in the corner of his country, eating wild mice.

There was nothing like a plan. All he had to do was kill anyone who touched his woman.

After killing a person once, all that was left was a miserable future, but he did not regret it.

But the regret remains.

Why is that old man who insisted that his grandson who committed a vicious sin be innocent still carries his head proudly? Where are the fellow knights who have encouraged me by saying that they acknowledge my injustice until now, and what are they doing?

Could revenge for killing Angela just end with the killing of one filthy aristocrat?

Shouldn’t the entire Arend family be held accountable? Those aristocrats can’t understand the death of a young master for their wrongdoings, so why insist that my whole family be held accountable?

“Fucking bastards.”

After all, there was neither justice nor love. Everything was ultimately defined by a single word: hypocrisy. Saying that the people called knights were for justice and that they would speak up for me was hypocrisy full of ostentation.

No one is saddened by my misfortune. The world only exists for me and my family.

Everything else, in the end, was someone else’s business. Everyone thought so, and lived their lives separating others that way.

“Really, you fucking bastards.”

But always, misfortune came because of someone else’s work.

It always has been. Angela, because of her pretty face, was taken away by a nobleman and she was beaten. So she couldn’t return to her hometown. It was because the several petitions written by a bully who was struggling in the neighborhood were weaker than the blood ties of a high-ranking aristocratic family.

They waved petitions and beat Wolf. They spit in his face and mocked him, telling him to do this. There were many days when I was rubbing my bruised forehead and looking out the window because I couldn’t even train after being beaten up like that. For the guilt of atoning for his sins, Volf had to seclude himself in this dark, damp attic.

“I will kill you.”

The rats squeaked and the straw smelled wet and rotten. When I woke up after a night’s sleep, the smell of dampness permeated my body, so I couldn’t tell where this place was. After being targeted by nobles, it was always impossible to tell which one was where.

Instructors who coughed and pretended not to notice the bruises and brutal beatings, or rather punished Wolf for not looking neat.

Teachers who warned you that you could be expelled if you did it in this way, even if you handed out petitions and complaints.

“Bastards.”

Angela believed that she had love and justice.

So I hoped that Wolf would become a wonderful knight who protects love and justice.

However, the place he visited to become a knight had more greed and power than the back alley.

So he hated everything.

“I will kill them all. Bastards.”

I wanted revenge.

Like those nobles, I wanted to live in goodwill and cause pain to everyone.

Knock

Knock

Knock

And then, a brilliant light knocked on the window and said to Wolf.

“Could you open the window, please?”

She had fair skin and her eyes were ruby ​​red. She was wearing a gorgeous dress, and her body emitted a light warm enough to melt her wet body. Her wavy hair reflected the lights and shone in different colors.

Wolf didn’t know if she was a dream or not. Like a fairy tale, she flew gently into the room and spoke to Wolf in a soft and warm voice like an old story.

“Hero.”